Bright Moon Divine Dynasty

Hum! Hum! Hum!

In the extradimensional void, the Nine Nether Rebirth Boat resembled an enormous dark nether dragon tens of millions of zhang long, traversing extradimensional space as majestic spatial power poured ceaselessly to either side, like stars clustered around the moon.

The Nine Nether Rebirth Boat sped onward like this, as though it would continue for eternity, its speed beyond description!

Nine Nether Great Hall.

Within the vast, empty palace, nine hundred and ninety-nine heaven-supporting dragon pillars towered like celestial peaks. The dim hall was lit entirely by wisps of netherworld fire.

At the very center of the hall, Jun Wudao sat upright on a demonic dragon throne, traces of twilight faintly appearing around him. His dark, unfathomable eyes made one feel as though they were falling into an abyss.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Jun Wudao sat quietly on the demonic dragon throne, wordless and silent, his entire being utterly still as his right hand lightly tapped the throne, producing a series of tapping sounds.

Brilliant light seemed to flicker within his dark, unfathomable eyes, as though he were considering something.

"If I want origin points and annihilation points... then there must be destruction and death..."

"But my strength is insufficient right now. If I slaughter too many, there's no guarantee I won't attract the divine dynasty's attention. Facing it head-on with my current strength would truly be striking a stone with an egg. It wouldn't be wise."

At this thought.

Jun Wudao could not help furrowing his brows. Despite now possessing an Asura Legion of a million at Divine Body Realm Great Perfection, without their strength unsealed, these subordinates of his truly would not be enough to withstand being wiped out!

He might not even make it out of Heavenly Moon Commandery before meeting an end without so much as a corpse left behind.

This world was extraordinarily vast. The Desolate Domain alone stretched for who knew how many hundreds of millions of li, with who knew how many hundreds of millions of cultivators and living beings!

Yet the Desolate Domain was actually only the weakest of the nine domains within Heavenly Moon Commandery.

And Heavenly Moon Commandery was, in turn, one of the thirty-six commanderies of the Bright Moon Divine Dynasty.

There was no telling how many factions or cultivators a single commandery contained.

An Asura Legion of a million.

It sounded like an immense number.

But in this boundless world, unless a few more major realms were unsealed, he truly would be no match for others!

"But... thinking about it!"

"As long as the slaughter doesn't cover too wide an area, it probably won't draw the divine dynasty's attention..."

After all... when was slaughter not unfolding somewhere within this boundless world?

Jun Wudao did not believe merely slaughtering a sect or exterminating a clan would attract the divine dynasty's attention.

The factions within the Bright Moon Divine Dynasty were as numerous as the hairs on an ox, too many to count!

As the overlord of this region, how could the Bright Moon Divine Dynasty pay attention to every single one?

A brilliant gleam flickered in Jun Wudao's dark, unfathomable eyes. In this world, sects were slaughtered and clans exterminated at every moment. Grudges in the world of cultivators ended only in killing or being killed.

If he merely slaughtered a sect or exterminated a clan, others would only think it was over a grudge!

"I suppose as long as I don't jump around too much or go too far in courting death, I probably won't attract attention too early."

Jun Wudao stopped tapping, a sharp gleam seeming to flash in his eyes.

As long as he did not attract attention too early, he would have enough time to grow. Once he was strong enough, he could, in one fell swoop... send them all into the cycle of reincarnation!

At this thought, a ruthless glint flashed through Jun Wudao's eyes.

In such a vast world, Jun Wudao was not worried about lacking opportunities to grow.

The Bright Moon Divine Dynasty had thirty-six commanderies and hundreds of domains. Even if he destroyed just one sect in each domain and one clan in each commandery, at worst... that should still be enough for him to grow to a level where he could contend with the Bright Moon Divine Dynasty, right?

Of course, that was only the worst-case scenario. Perhaps it would not take nearly that much. After all, as his cultivation rose, the realms of these unsealed Asuras would also be unsealed accordingly.

As long as he had enough origin points, he could also unseal powerful figures from the second layer, or even the third.

With so many powerful subordinates then, would he still fear that so-called Bright Moon Divine Dynasty?

At this thought, the corners of Jun Wudao's lips could not help curving upward, sinister, alluring, and intimidating!

"But... before that!"

"Su Fan, and that woman Jiang Xueyi, must still be made to pay a bitter price, including the factions behind them."

As he spoke, killing intent filled Jun Wudao's eyes. His pale, stern face was covered in icy coldness.

As for Su Fan, he would kill him without fail!

Either Su Fan died, or he, Jun Wudao, perished. This was an irreconcilable blood feud that could never be erased.

"But... as a son of destiny, he should have the unseen protection of fortune. Killing him easily... probably won't be simple!"

At this point.

Jun Wudao's brows furrowed slightly.

This had happened before, when the Jun Clan sent large numbers of disciples to hunt Su Fan down.

They had pursued him for more than half a year, yet still failed to kill him. Instead, he had killed them in the end.

The entire Jun Clan had been dragged down with them!

That disdainful, contemptuous gaze, that icy sword piercing his chest, that feeling-Jun Wudao still remembered it all vividly.

Without the system, he, Jun Wudao, would still be a corpse lying in that pool of blood!

How could there be any talk of revenge now?

The key was to first figure out what his golden finger was, so he could then destroy him in one fell swoop!

At this thought, Jun Wudao sank into his memories. Scenes of his encounters with Su Fan immediately surfaced in his mind, one after another.

A moment later, a brilliant gleam suddenly flashed in Jun Wudao's eyes:

"A soul entity, a grandpa!"

"If that's the case, then... everything makes sense."

Yesterday, when Su Fan fought the Jun Clan's ancestor, he had initially been at a disadvantage at every turn, struggling desperately to hold his own against the ancestor!

But later... the picture had suddenly changed in a bizarre fashion. For no apparent reason, Su Fan had become incredibly powerful, as though possessed by a god. Even the Jun Clan's ancestor could not last three moves against him!

In Su Fan's hands, he had been like a helpless infant, utterly unable to fight back!

Recalling what he had witnessed then, Jun Wudao became increasingly convinced that this was the case.

Could a cultivator who had only just entered the Divine Power Realm really overcome a gap of more than an entire major realm and easily kill a Divine Soul Realm Middle Stage expert in three moves?

Talent?

Foundations?

No matter how great Su Fan's talent or how deep his foundations, Jun Wudao did not believe that, after being outmatched, Su Fan could suddenly make such an enormous leap and effortlessly kill his opponent in an instant!

Although fighting across major realms was commonplace for prodigies like sons of destiny.

Su Fan had changed suddenly, rather than fighting evenly or directly crushing his opponent from the outset!

Rather than peerless talent or enhancement from a secret art, Jun Wudao was more willing to believe that a soul-entity grandpa had possessed him!

After all, he was a son of destiny. Having a grandpa with him would hardly be surprising!